Page 37 of My Wild Mountain Man

“Pizza,” I said instantly, and his lips twitched.

“Pizza,” he repeated. “Anytime you need to stop, or something’s too much, you saypizzaand we do. We talk, work out what you didn’t like or what was too much. Understood?” I loved the dominating tone in his voice. I nodded, but he shook his head. “I need the words, Raven. I need to be clear that you get what’s happening.”

“I understand. I saypizzaif I need to stop or need a moment. If something’s too much.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt his words wash through me. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. My breath came in shallow pants, jagged and heavy like I had been running a mile.

“I need to see you,” he said, his gaze soaking me in. “Fuck, you look so damn cute like this.” I pressed my lips and thighs together. He hadn’t really done much, but I was soaked.

His hands roamed down my neck over my shoulders and arm until they stopped at the thin hem of my tank. His eyes locked with mine, and I nodded. Carefully, and crazy slow, he lifted my tank top over my head, keeping it in his hands when he had me topless in front of him. His arm shot behind him, and with a flick of the wrist, my bedroom flooded with light.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t look away.

Too afraid I’d miss something, an expression of his as he looked back down at me.

“Jesus, Raven.” He swallowed hard. With a shaky hand, he stroked my arm with the edges of his fingers. Goose bumps flared to life on my skin, like every part of me strained to get closer to him. His eyes dropped to the mark just above my right breast, and his fingers skimmed over the hickey. “Did you like my mark on you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Was it a nice little reminder of what we did when you washed my hair?”

“Yes.”. My body felt like it was on fire. I loved his touch, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It was too light, drifting over my flesh.

“Good.” He grinned wolfishly. He dropped to his knees, kneeling in front of me before his hands moved to the waistband of my little satin sleep shorts.

“These are fucking sweet, baby girl. I’m going to need you to wear these again for me down the road, but right now, they gotta go.”

“Bash.” I shuddered, feeling his fingers slide just a smidge beneath the waistband. “Please.” He slowly tugged them down.

My whole body felt like an inferno. I’d never been naked in front of anyone but a medical professional. My cheeks burned with uncertainty that he might not like what he saw. I hadn’t been wearing panties, and now I was standing completely nude in front of him. I heard him swallow, then a deep uncoherent sound emanated from him.

“Baby,” I whispered, and it was almost like that snapped him out of whatever thoughts he had.

“You’re waxed.” I chewed on my lower lip.

“I did it for you,” I shared, ignoring the way my voice trembled.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He stood with his arms crossed now, not touching me at all. It was the last thing I expected him to do. “Turn for me. Let me see you,” he ordered without any allowance for me to argue.

I did as he asked, slowly turning around. Letting him see all of me.

“I knew you were beautiful, but I had no idea. Standing in front of you, I realize I’m a fucking simple man and don’t have a creative bone in my body, pretty girl.”

“Bash.”

“You’re stunning. Beautiful.” His compliments felt real. Honest. In a way that they bled into my skin and fed my soul. “There isn’t a word for how exquisite you are.” He moved then.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were on me. skimming the sides of my bare breasts. My eyes fluttered shut at his touch. His rough, calloused hands made me shiver. I felt hot and cold all at the same time, and when his thumb brushed against my nipples, I moaned out his name. I opened my eyes and felt like I was going to melt into a puddle with the way he looked at me. Completely exposed in front of not just a man but Bash, the one man who had claimed my heart so long ago with a puppy lovecrush. I should have felt shy, maybe embarrassed, but I didn’t. Not with the genuine lust and desire that swirled in his gaze.

His hands moved slowly down to my belly, his thumbs tracing my navel before moving to my hips. My stomach dipped with anticipation. He reached around to hold my cheeks before he lifted me up once again. And it felt right, even though he was still wearing all his clothes.

“I’m going to taste you now, baby,” he shared just as he laid me down on my bed.

I trembled and my knees shut. He noticed it right away, and I felt the blush that painted my cheeks. Suddenly, I was worried about what I would taste like.Do I smell? Will he like it? Will I look okay to him down there?Almost like he could feel my nerves and read my mind, he put my anxiety to rest. Instead of diving right in, Bash lay in bed with me. On his side, he leaned his powerful body, and his lips touched mine. Sweetly. So slow it almost took my breath away.

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